Showing posts with label Life's Lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life's Lessons. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Wise Words for Trying Times

Moshe ben Maimon (1135-1204) was a Jewish rabbi, physician and philosopher. He is most commonly known by his Greek name, Moses Maimonides (or more formally Rabbi Moses ben Maimonides), and subsequently many Jewish works refer to him by the acronym of his title and name, RaMBaM or Rambam.

According to Rambam, there are eight levels of charity, each greater than the next.

[1] The greatest level, above which there is no greater, is to support a fellow Jew by endowing him with a gift or loan, or entering into a partnership with him, or finding employment for him, in order to strengthen his hand until he need no longer be dependent upon others.

[2] A lesser level of charity is to give to the poor without knowing to whom one gives, and without the recipient knowing from whom he received. For this is performing a mitzvah solely for the sake of Heaven. This is like the “anonymous fund” that was in the Holy Temple [in Jerusalem]. There the righteous gave in secret, and the good poor profited in secret. Giving to a charity fund is similar to this mode of charity, though one should not contribute to a charity fund unless one knows that the person appointed over the fund is trustworthy and wise and a proper administrator, like Rabbi Hananya ben Teradyon.

[3] A lesser level of charity is when one knows to whom one gives, but the recipient does not know his benefactor. The greatest sages used to walk about in secret and put coins in the doors of the poor. It is worthy and truly good to do this if those who are responsible for distributing charity are not trustworthy.

[4] A lesser level of charity is when one does not know to whom one gives, but the poor person does know his benefactor. The greatest sages used to tie coins into their robes and throw them behind their backs, and the poor would come up and pick the coins out of their robes so that they would not be ashamed.

[5] A lesser level of charity is when one gives to the poor person directly into his hand, but gives before being asked.

[6] A lesser level of charity is when one gives to the poor person after being asked.

[7] A lesser level of charity is when one gives inadequately, but gives gladly and with a smile.

[8] A lesser level of charity is when one gives unwillingly.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Move Over Harry Potter here comes Samba


Well the title says it all... Move over Harry here I come. Table 10 Samba 0. Not sure how it happened, but I was cleaning up the floor bent over and bang. I hit the very sharp corner of the glass table and managed to perform my own browlift, unfortunatly it went verticle instead of horizontal or I might have seen some signs of improvement. The good news is that I was able to get the emergency room doc to give me my suture set so next time I can take care of this at home.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Christmas One Month Later


Thirty days ago, I was looking forward to a lovely Christmas morning of watching the kids open up their Christmas goods. Each year on Christmas Eve before the Yahoos go to bed, I explain to them the morning ground rules (yes, I am that controlling) I remind them that they are not to wake us up before 6am. When they get up they may open their stockings and play with what ever is laid out UNWRAPPED (yes, each child has one unwrapped present waiting for them to play with while I wake up)
Instead I was rudely woken at 4am from a deep sleep by the wild cackling of crazed hyenas and paper shredding. Imagine my horror when I walked into the living room to find three of the four yahoos sitting amidst a pile of open presents and paper. Yep that's right the little hellions opened up all of their presents without us! Well that is without the big girls, grandma and myself. Mr T was reading the paper and claims to have not noticed what they had done. Therefor there were no photos of unwrapping presents this year because I WAS NOT THERE to take them.

Next year the game will change. I am not sure how I will work it but I am confident there will be no chance of this happening again. Mom was not a happy camper. Some day I am sure I will find this funny. But that day is not today nor thirty days ago.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Fridge

Noley: Mom opening our fridge is like playing Jenga
Me: Yes honey it is

Great.... enough said

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Life lessons for six year olds...





Happy Birthday #6 MeiMei. Little bunny FuFu had another lifetime moment this week on the morning of her birthday...and it went like this.
MeiMei:(7:05am) Mom, is today my birthday?
Me: Yes, sweetheart. Today is your birthday.
MeiMei: Am I six this morning?
Me: Yes, FuFu you are 6 this morning and each morning for the next 364 days.
MeiMei: But Mom, something is wrong?
Me: What is wrong?
MeiMei: I do not feel any older. I do not feel six. I feel the same as I did when I was five.
Me: Yep honey, that is how you feel when you get older...each year when my birthday comes, I still feel like I am 38.

And now for the cake... So what do you get when you have a nine year old that is obsessed with cake shows on the cooking channel? Uh you get FuFu's birthday cake that's what. So you ask what is it? Uhhhh I do not know...but if you turn it upside down it could be used as a weapon.


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Wise Words From an 8 Year Old

Last night we celebrated the 100 birthday of our dear neighbor Alice. Together with our neighbors we helped put on a party for 35 of her friends. The party featured a sit down dinner outdoors under the stars with fine linens, china and crystal. All fitting for a queen---our Alice. She walks daily, gardens nonstop, reads every business paper she can get her hands on and enjoys her evening old fashion or glass of port. At 100 years old she gushes positive thoughts and energy and is an inspiration to all around her. She never complains...she takes a not so great situation and always looks for the silver lining...we could all take some lessons from her approach to life.

For the event we all dressed up in our summer black tie attire. When we got home Noley asked
"why did everyone wear black?" I said we wore black to dress up for Miss Alice's party. Noley
proceed to say "why would everyone wear a dark and unhappy color when they are going to a happy party for a lady who's fun and happy? Everyone should wear bright happy colors when the go to celebrate?" She's got a point... Why don't we wear more fun and happy colors?